Disconnected by Bethany Daniel Page B

this.  In sickness or in health were in our vows, and it's about time I started living up to those.
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                  A couple days pass with no improvements. Katy is still unconscious and I basically live at the hospital. Mitchell has called me over and over again trying to convince me to put out a statement to the media, but I don't want to. This time should be private. Right now I don't want to be the man they want on camera, I just want to be a husband that is worried about his wife.
                  When Katy's doctor walks in to check her vitals again, like she has every couple hours the last few days, I'm tired of the silence.
                  "Dr. Ryder?" I speak up, getting up out of my chair.
                  "Yes, Mr. Warren?"
                  "Why isn't she awake yet? It's been a few days since the accident; shouldn't she be at least conscious by now?"
                  "Every person is different. There isn't a set of directions of when they will recover." She smiles softly and sets Katy's hand back down by her side. "She is breathing well on her own, and everything seems to be running the way it should be. It's all up to her now."
                  I groan, frustrated, watching her leave the room. I'm going out of my mind here. Our parents come and go throughout the day, but it's just lonely sitting here with the shell of my wife. It feels like she's not even really here.
                  Sighing, I walk over and roll the chair up close to her bed. Tucking some hair behind her ear, I say, "You know you're really scaring a lot of people, Katy. Me, your parents, mine. I need you to wake up, baby." I stare over at her still body and squeeze her hand one more time before getting up and stalking out of the room.
                  I need to do something before I go stir crazy. Before I get very far, I stop and turn down another hallway and walk until I get to Krista's room, where I know Scott is standing vigil beside her.
                  She hasn't had any change either. The doctors say she is responding well to treatments, though.
     
                  I knock softly on the door and Scott peaks out before stepping out into the hall. "Hey man, everything ok?"
                  "Yeah, I guess. I mean, there's no change," I frown, shaking my head, "What about Krista, anything?"
                  He shakes his head, looking back at the door. "No, she still has all those wires and tubes attached to her. They say her brain is showing more activity, like when we talk to her, she seems to know we're there."
                  "Good, that's really great." I take a deep breath. "Do you want to get a cup of coffee with me or something?"
                  "Yeah, sure," He rubs the back of his neck, "I could definitely use the caffeine."
     
                  We walk down the maze of halls until we get to the small cafeteria.  Some people stop and stare when they realize who we are. One nurse especially gets wide eyed and watches our every move as we go to the coffee machine and make our cups.
                  "Excuse me? Is there any way I could get an autograph?" the nurse asks with a grin on her face.
                  I'm sorry; right now isn't the best time. We're here because the women we love are lying in beds, fighting to get better after a very severe accident. So, no, right now I don't feel like putting on a smile and signing some sheet of paper," Scott answers and glares at her.
                  I look over at her and shrug, "Ditto."
                  She huffs and walks out of the cafeteria in a hurry and I shake my head. "Some places are just really inappropriate to ask for a damn